Yosemite Valley

A glazed view, as through a glass that magnifies Between the granite banded with blue and umber Cruel paths of glacier, ancient swords of hunger Deeply carved a threshold one can hardly grasp Each turn of compass, leaves a gasp Forever brings our talking to a halt Green rivers whipped to white by waterfalls How gaunt the pines climb high upon the ridge Itself, a place exempt from time Justifies belief of Godly kind Keeping watch above a valley floor Looming monoliths of ancient lore Morning bright of shimmering brooks that flow Next brings winter breezing through the mind Ours the privilege of beholding Past and futures coming here together Question not the overwhelming wonder Relished eyes behold the truthful splendor Saturates the heart and soul forever That if one stands too long within such glory Under white peaks and folklore stories Varying degrees of speechlessness and thrill With sun above, and human form so small Xanadu is not of fiction, it is real Yosemite, this place, this land of royal grace Zenith, this land of majesty, my eyes and heart embrace ________________________________________________________________________ Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest: "Do You Know Your A B C s?" Dedicated to My Dad....Where he spend his childhood